Since Freud, the center of man is not where we thought it was; one has to go on from there.

The unconscious is structured like a language.

The sentence completes its signification only with its last term.

The narration, in fact, doubles the drama with a commentary without which no mise en scene would be possible.

My thesis is that the moral law is articulated with relation to the real as such, to the real insofar as it can be the guarantee of the Thing.

Writings scatter to the winds blank checks in an insane charge. And were they not such flying leaves, there would be no purloined letters.

The knowledge that there is a part of the psychic functions that are out of conscious reach, we did not need to wait for Freud to know this!